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Smack!
Smack!
Two hard swats to each cheek had Trish biting her lip not to cry out at the sting. Still holding her against him, Jordan looked down and met her eyes. “If you don’t behave, I will spank you for the next two minutes. Then I’ll give you the opportunity to behave again.’
With her ass already stinging, Trish wasn’t interested in getting more of a spanking plus whatever else he wanted to do to her. Betrayed resentment lingered as she lowered her hands and he undid the front of her dress nearly to the waist. Her shoulders hunched forward, and Jordan reached into her dress to pinch her nipple.
“Stand up straight.”
With his hard fingers trapping the little bud, Trish didn’t argue but slowly straightened. The position made her breasts thrust out and peek through the dress. She looked around, but none of the soldiers walking by seemed to care. A few of them glanced at her and Jordan, more with curiosity than real interest, before walking past into the main room.
He played with her nipple, pinching and rolling the little bud in a way that made her breast and core ache. The tiny bud started throbbing between his fingers, and she felt like squirming as the rest of her body responded. Then he releasedher nipple to cup her breast and reached into his pocket with his other hand to pull out a tiny clamp with rubber tips.
Trish flinched as he squeezed the clamp open, moving it toward her nipple. His fingers tightened on her breast, and she let out a small whine.
His cold, blue eyes were merciless. “I don’t want to punish you in public because I know you don’t like it, but I will if you don’t behave.”
Biting back another whine, Trish obediently stood in place as he closed the rubber tips of the clamp on her nipple. The tiny bud throbbed as the sharp pinch made her flesh ache. Her head tipped back as she breathed in deeply. It hurt, but it was bearable.
“Good girl… see, that’s not so bad,” Jordan murmured, his fingers already plucking her other nipple, which was plumply erect, as if begging for the same treatment. “I made sure they wouldn’t be too tight for this first time.”
She shivered again, and her ass clenched around the plug, as if all the toys he used on her were somehow connected.
…this first time.
That meant he planned to use the clamps again. This wasn’t punishment for talking to Bella; this was just for his enjoyment. Trish moaned and whimpered as the second clamp closed down. Her nipples were throbbing now, aching in their confinement.
As Jordan did the buttons back up on her dress, the fabric brushed against the now hypersensitive buds where the very tips peeked out from the clamps, and Trish pressed her thighs together in despair at the need growing between them. Jordan put his arm around her, his big hand resting on the curve of her hip as he led her into the dining room. With every step she took, her breasts bounced, her clamped nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress, and Trish became a little more aroused. Why the slight pain felt so good, she couldn’t say, but it did.
Jordan took his usual seat by the Wolf and pulled Trish onto his lap. She settled in, her thighs pressed together, lips pursed. She tried to ignore the little waves of heat and arousal flashing through her as her nipples throbbed in their confinement. Now that Trish had stopped moving, the sensations lessened in intensity and began to feel more normal. As long as she didn’t move so her nipples were brushed or pressed again, it stayed that way.
Trish watched as Bella and Alex were brought in, and, for the first time, Alex kneeled and willingly took the Wolf’s cock in his mouth in exchange for food. Then Alex was led out again, and Bella ended up on the Wolf’s lap, naked.
The entire room could see what the Wolf’s hands were doing as he played with her breasts, plucked at her nipples, and moved his hand down to thrust his fingers into her pussy. The brunette squirmed and moaned softly, fighting arousal in the same way Trish fought her own.
The clamps made Trish’s fight harder. Jordan was keeping his promise of not making her do anything public, but he pushed the lines as his fingers slid up her skirt and traced patterns on her inner thighs.
No one could see but Bella and the Wolf because the table was in the way, which technically meant Jordan adhered to his word, but Trish found it difficult not to react in a manner everyone would be able to see, regardless. Especially when Jordan pulled the fabric of her dress tight across her nipples, reigniting the throbbing into the tender, pinched buds.
His cock was rigid under her bottom, but he seemed entirely focused on the conversations and reports. Trish didn’t know how he could attend to both his duties and her torment at the same time, but he didn’t seem to have any problem with it.
“The shipment will be coming in from the northeast tomorrow,” one of the soldiers said, looking between Jordan and the Wolf. “Where do you want us to put it?”
“The main entrance will be closest,” Jordan said thoughtfully, his fingers sliding up Trish’s thigh. “We don’t have much space left in the storage there though.”
This was the closest she’d ever come to hearing where any of the entrances to the Compound were, and a buzz of excitement hit her. Trish exchanged a glance with Bella, whose wide eyes indicated she’d realized the same thing.
“It’s more important to get it into the Compound quickly than anything else,” the Wolf said.
Jordan nodded. “The main entrance, then, and we’ll divide it up for storage once it’s under cover.”
Another interesting tidbit to know: they were worried about the main entrance being attacked—or maybe just being watched?
Hmmm. Could be either.
And then Jordan’s fingers slid along her wet pussy lips, and Trish shuddered as he successfully distracted her again. Her body’s traitorous reactions should have angered her more, but she didn’t have room for being angry while Jordan slowly coaxed her need higher and higher.
As the conversation continued, Jordan’s fingers slid up to her pussy and pressed in, and it was all Trish could do not to cry out. She was sopping wet, her cream completely coating her lips, and it was far too easy for Jordan’s fingers to impale her up to his knuckles. The needy throbbing between her legs increased as he twisted his fingers, pumping them slowly in and out of her. Too slowly.
